AWS Legacy Championship
Iron Survivor Match
Vin Halsted vs. Ricky Rhodes vs. Mike Dimter vs. Drake Nygma vs. Blackthorne

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This is my legacy 

Camera is Outside Rhodes Wrestling Academy in Leander, Texas. It slowly shows point of view as it walks down long hall stopping to show photos, championships & ring gear from the famous Rhodes family. You also hear loud bumps & yelling as wrestlers work out training. The camera spans the arena with several matches going on in different rings before settling on the ring that has Ricky Rhodes training hard with 4 other wrestlers in it. He notices the cameras & comes out of the ring to speak while he drinks a beer he pulls out of a cooler. 

Ricky Rhodes-“Legacy Championship, This is my legacy. This is what I was born to do. It’s in my blood & in my DNA. When I was born I came outta my momma & drop kicked the doctor. All you have to do is walk these halls & you will see the only thing missing is that AWS Legacy Belt. I love that on the 17th it will determined in a Survival match because to me survival is not an option it’s a must. I’ve had to survive my whole life because I’ve either been overlooked or had to fight as the underdog but the sad part is I’m  going into this match once again a underdog who in the sights of a very one sided AWS management team.

In Buffalo I was part of the best match of the night hands down. I went out there with TJ Alexander & Drake Nygma. We laid everything we had on the line out there & we see how that turned out. Who the hell has ever heard of a triple count out in an elimination match, especially with the fans screaming for more! Don’t worry though like I said what’s done in the dark will be seen in the light Drake Nygma. I guess you knew you couldn’t win against me or TJ Alexander so you bought a fast counting referee & now you’ve bought AWS management. I’d never thought Charlie Feigal would put his reputation or company on the line to be in the pocket of a spoiled Egyptian piece of trash like you but here we are. You couldn’t pin me 1-2-3 last time & I promise you the 17th will be no different. It’s time for you to learn money won’t get you to the top in this business it’s all about the blood,sweat & tears. If you wanna be a legacy champion first you gotta build a legacy.

On to my next point proving I’m going in as an underdog with a target from management. How the hell did Vin Halsted get into this match? (Ricky Rhodes walks over to a huge monitor playing an old XWF promo from Halsted manor getting destroyed by a bull) Vinny Boy do you remember me? (Laughs) I showed the fans of XWF that you were full of BULL. You were a “Belt Mark” back then & I see that hasn’t changed. I said from day one I had a bigger goal when I came to AWS & in Spring City I can put that goal in motion. I’m gonna end your career & be the last face in wrestling you ever see. Last show you became the #1 contender to the Asylum Heavyweight Title but now you weasel your way into my LEGACY Championship match. Is it because you know you’re no match for Ethan Murphy? On the 17th I will put the nail in your coffin on your legacy & show the world this is my LEGACY. I’m guess  ole Fiegal is getting a good pay day between Nygma & you.  
 

I’m hoping I’m wrong but I’m guessing the 3rd thing against me is gonna be “Bad Ass” Mike Dimter. Mike I looked up to you & respected you in XWF. I actually remember us getting along back in the old days. I hope you haven’t been bought or turned here in AWS because you were once a well trusted ally. I hope you understand when we climb in that ring it’s all about business, it’s about securing my LEGACY,nothing personal. I’m warning you though if you have sided with the spoiled pretty boy Drake Nygma & a walking piece of shit like Vin Halsted then I will bury you right next to them.

Blackthorne  I’m sure your meant to the 4th part of this picture. A faceless monster to help sway the odds against me. The sad thing for you is I’ve faced death before & I’m still here. You didn’t do anything to earn your spot in this match so I suggest you take whatever you were promised & stay outta the way while the real big boys play (Ricky walks back to the ring & stares deeply in the camera).

CHARLIE FIEGAL if I’m wrong which i seriously doubt I am. If you’re not stacking the deck against me because you know I’m the best wrestler right now on your roster. If you wanna make this match fair then I ask one thing. Let me pick a special referee. Let me make sure this  match isn’t gonna be another ridiculous count out, let me make sure the true winner walks out with the AWS Legacy Title. I’m asking make TJ Alexander the special referee since he should rightfully be in this match anyway. I saw something special in TJ in Buffalo that he’s a competitor not  just a belt mark like Vin. TJ you earned my respect, you earned my trust & id like atleast one thing in Spring City not to stacked against me. THIS IS MY LEGACY & come hell or high water the 17th that title will be on this hallowed walls!!!” 

Camera pans back down the hall & stops focusing on an empty spot for AWS title before going black. 

*The scene opens with a dimly lit room, the air thick with an eerie silence. A single spotlight illuminates Blackthorne, who stands with a malevolent grin, his eyes burning with intensity. He’s dressed in his signature dark, gothic attire, with a long, black trench coat flowing behind him. His face is partially obscured by shadows, adding to his ominous presence. He steps forward, the sound of his boots echoing through the room, and begins to speak in a deep, ominous voice.*

**Blackthorne:**  
"Welcome to the darkness, where shadows reign and nightmares come to life. AWS Monday Night Ward, the stage is set for a symphony of chaos and destruction. Vin Halsted, Ricky Rhodes, Mike Dimter, Drake Nygma—names etched in the annals of wrestling, yet none hold a candle to the storm that is Blackthorne.

Vin Halsted, the so-called legend, you cling to your glory days like a man desperate for salvation. But salvation will not come for you, Halsted. Your time has passed, and in this ring, you will be nothing more than a relic crushed beneath my boot. Your legacy will be dismantled, piece by piece, until the only thing left of Vin Halsted is a memory of defeat, a shadow of a once-great warrior who met his end in the depths of my darkness.

Ricky Rhodes, the cowboy with a lasso of lies, you think your Round Up can tame the beast within me? You are sorely mistaken. The wild west may have made you a hero, but in my world, you are nothing but prey. I will break you, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but a broken shell of a man. Your bravado, your swagger, will crumble before the relentless onslaught of my fury. You will be left questioning your very existence as the darkness envelops you.

Mike Dimter, the predator who stalks his prey, you believe you can outsmart me, outwit me? Your cunning will be your downfall, for in the darkness, I see all. Your tricks, your deceit, will crumble before the relentless onslaught of my fury. Your predatory instincts will fail you, as you realize that in the kingdom of shadows, there is only one true predator—and it is I. You will fall, Dimter, and the hunt will end with your broken body lying at my feet.

And then there’s Drake Nygma, the enigma, the wild card. You thrive in chaos, but I am the chaos. You thrive in mystery, but I am the shadow that consumes. In the ring, your riddles will find no answers, only pain and suffering at my hands. Your mind games and cryptic messages will unravel in the face of my unyielding power. You will be exposed, Nygma, and your enigma will be nothing but a shattered puzzle, scattered across the ring.

*Blackthorne pauses, his eyes narrowing, the intensity in his gaze growing stronger. The silence in the room is palpable, the anticipation almost unbearable.*

**Blackthorne:**  
"You all stand before me, thinking you have what it takes to survive. But in the end, it will be I who stands tall, amidst the ruins of your broken bodies and shattered dreams. This is my domain, my kingdom of darkness, and you have all foolishly walked into the lion’s den.

At AWS Monday Night Ward, there will be no mercy, no escape. The darkness will consume you all, and I will emerge victorious, the harbinger of your destruction. Prepare yourselves, for the reckoning is upon you. Welcome to the night, gentlemen. Welcome to your end.

Vin Halsted, your strength will falter. Ricky Rhodes, your courage will be extinguished. Mike Dimter, your cunning will betray you. Drake Nygma, your mystery will be unraveled. Each of you will face the abyss, and each of you will fall. The darkness is relentless, and I am its master.

*Blackthorne's voice drops to a whisper, dripping with malevolence.*

**Blackthorne:**  
"The shadows will claim you. The darkness will embrace you. And when the night is over, the only name that will be remembered is Blackthorne."

*The camera slowly fades to black, the chilling laughter of Blackthorne echoing through the void, leaving an unsettling feeling that lingers long after the screen goes dark.*

An inrush of bitter winter wind crests over the barren landscape, not a single soul in sight save for the enigmatic form of Drake Nygma. Aside from the wind, alongside the gentle sound of Drake Nygma’s breathing, the area is sheathed in silence. Such pristine silence fell over the landscape, a silence that had a heavy weight to it.

Stretching out his limbs Drake tapped a hand against the solid muscle of his leg, a half smirk tilting his lips, soft slow sounds of clapping rang through the air in a mocking sort of fashion. This mocking clapping was something of a signature for Drake Nygma, or at least that is what it was becoming of late.

“Ricky Rhodes. I align with no one, I need no fast counting referee to earn a victory. I function alone, that is how I’ve always done things. And how I’ll always do things. There is this concept called projecting, that is to say it is the process of displacing one’s feelings onto a different person, animal or object. The term is most commonly used to describe defensive projection. Question is what are you projecting hmm? I plan on building a legacy, one match at a time.”

 

Drake paused thoughtfully here to let his words sink in. The half smirk turned into a narrow grin, brilliant white teeth gleaming amidst the shadows.

“And now to address the man known as Blackthorn. I’ll admit you have an interesting name. Points for creativity. Pain and suffering? Threatening me with a good time? You boast that you are the shadow that consumes as if this meant to be threatening? I’m no stranger to pain or suffering, I’ll keep on fighting, keep on coming, I don’t quit, nor do I break. You can dress it up any way you like, use whichever metaphors make you feel confident and in control. I admire your dedication to an ideal, it’s heart-warming and touching. Reality has come knocking, I have come knocking. Open your eyes boys, this is no fairy-tale, no story to send a child to sleep. This is the real world in which Shadows can be snuffed out, cowboys broken and put down.”

Low pitched mocking laughter rang out, confidence and charisma oozing from every pore of Drake Nygma.

A tumbleweed rolled on by, tossed about by the wind. The sound of a horse neighing far off in the distance could be heard, prompting a sarcastic remark from Drake Nygma.

“Ricky Rhodes is that you?”

Thirty seconds later after Drake managed to stop laughing, his expression would turn serious for a moment, a determined look shining in the depths of his eyes.

“I’m young, rich and inexperienced in the ways of in ring combat. Green as grass you might say. Funny thing is I can gain experience, can improve, and can master the technical aspect of this career. But you? You cannot regain your youth short of stepping into the lazarus pit or finding the fountain of youth. I'll watch and learn, I’ll observe, I’ll study tapes, I’ll hone my craft. What better way to learn than by battling grizzled veterans…. Like Ricky Rhodes. Credit where credit is due you are one tough son of a gun. You sure can take a beating. Deliver a hell of a beating too. For that I admire your tenacity. Rest assured that my admiring your tenacity won’t mean I pull my punches this time around. My legacy starts here, with the Iron Survivor match.”

Drake’s eyes lit up, a flash of amusement lurking in them as he began to speak anew.

"Vin Halsted? That’s a unique sounding name. The origin of which I do not know. His last name reminds me of a cop on Chicago P.D. Fun with word association. Fire tests gold, or in this case it would be more apropos to say that Iron shall be tested. There shall be no count out result this time, no cheap gag to end this match. A clear and decisive winner, a hand shall be raised in victory, a new chapter of history shall be written and I intend to write this one.”

His expression turned contemplative, unwavering focus displayed upon his fine boned facial features.

 

“This above all: to thine own self be true.I know who I am. Who I’m meant to be, Who I’ll grow into. All that remains is to see who will stand my way as I walk the path that leads to my inevitable legacy”

 

Drake bowed low, a mocking smirk on his face as the camera faded to black.

AWS - Vin Halsted - You Can't Get Out of Life Alive

 

::After their first meeting, KD, Sammael, and Vin Halsted would have a number of meetings and conversations leading up to Halsted’s return to AWS. During this particular meeting, KD brought up a rumor that a new championship was in the works and the three men had to discuss which of them would bring it into the fold for the group. The three men are found having this discussion in Halsted’s Study located in the middle of the Halsted Labyrinth inside of Halsted Manor.::

 

Sammael: How in the world do you even know how to navigate this pla, Vin.

 

Halsted: Oh… I have my secrets. See, the Halsted Manor has been under attack more times than the X-Mansion, so I’ve had to create these elaborate floor plans in order to protect it from outsiders.

 

Sammael: That makes even more sense, now, because KD and I had to try multiple locations just to find Halsted Manor’s actual location.

 

Halsted: Yeah… I had to enter multiple locations on Google Maps because I’ve had a few brainless idiots try to destroy my home over the years. I’ve had to build fake Manors all over the Greater Chicago Area just to throw these idiots off. Douchebags like Mike Dimter, Ricky Rhodes, Sebastian Kane, Blade, Neo, and so many others have all tried to attack, burn, destroy, and bomb my Manor, but little did they know they were just destroying one of the many facsimiles. The best part is that I have cameras in all of these locations so it’s like watching Wile E. Coyote as he tries to blow up the Roadrunner as he passes by. Here’s a favorite of mine.

 

::Halsted pushes a button at his Presidential desk and a 56” LG 8K LED HDTV drops down to the side of the desk for the three warriors to watch. Mr. Hand pops his head in and drops off a vintage popcorn machine for them to enjoy while watching the screen. This video is dated in August 2021 and it’s called, “All Rhodes lead to Nowhere”. The video shows a dastardly villainous character dressed in all black, including a black hoodie, in attempts to hide the attackers identity, but it’s clearly Ricky Rhodes. The man is laughing maniacally as he drives a Ford pickup truck up to one of the facsimile Halsted Manors. He hops out of the cab and unlatches the door attached to the hitch. As he does this, a charging 600-lb bull comes raging out of the livestock trailer and he dives out of the way into the muddy ground. He slams his head on a wooden post upon landing. Ricky looks to be in a daze and he attempts to get to his feet and to get a good view of the bull’s path of destruction. He continues to laugh as the bull knocks down the fake Manor. He exclaims… “Take that, Halsted!!” Then hops back into the pickup truck and drives off. As the scene comes to an end, the three warriors turn back to each other and start laughing at the ridiculousness of the video they just viewed.::

 

Halsted: Yeah… that happened. I didn’t feel like pressing charges because the bull apologized afterwards. Anyway, the guy didn’t even have a match with me. He was just jealous because he only won two matches in XWF and fizzled out unlike me and The Enforcer. It, only, took six months for us to win the tag titles and main event with their golden child, Ashley Slaine. Meanwhile, Ricky was getting treated like her husband’s bitch. Daniel and Ashley Slaine were XWF’s Power Couple but The Enforcer and I burned that place to the ground before we left and Ashley is lucky to be breathing after our encounter in Twisted Metal. If her husband and lesbian side piece didn’t step in, I bet I’d still be the XWF World Heavyweight Champion. However, I know when I’m in a no-win situation and it was time to leave after Inferno but there was nothing left of that federation by the time we left. I dare anyone to try and find any trace of XWF because Michael Moody tried to bury it when he closed its doors. That’s what happens when you have a group of selfish, unrelenting people in a locker room full of talent. They refused to let others play in their reindeer games, Justice, Enforcer and I went Scorched Earth before we left. We let everyone know that there would always be an unbreakable glass ceiling while their little group of SuperFriends desperately clung to their “spots”. Man… it feels good to have these NDAs voided. It’s almost as if the chains have been broken and I can be myself again.

 

KD: That’s why we’re here, Vin.

 

Sammael: Yeah… We need to take every opportunity and title we can to validate that we are the force to be reckoned with in AWS.

 

Halsted: I couldn’t agree more. I’m always looking to add to the titles that hang in the Hall of Halsted and the Hall of Meaningless Titles always has space for more, too.

 

Sammael: You have to explain the difference to me, Vin. I never really understood why you have two halls.

 

Halsted: Oh… that’s easy!! So, the Hall of Halsted is where all of my top prize titles go like a Universal, Undisputed, or Heavyweight Championship hang. Any other mid-card championship or tag title gets stuffed in the linen closet behind the Hall of Halsted. That linen closet is also known as the Hall of Meaningless titles. Basically, I’m at the top of the mountain or bust. There was a time when I didn’t need to seek out federations and work my way up some imaginary ladder, I would simply get calls from desperate redheads looking to either usurp a cancerous champion or give the Halsted rub to a newly established company and its top title. That’s how it was when HHW closed the first time and everything was going smoothly until our little run in ECWF. Then came the merry band of idiots and its leader Eric who thought they were better than me. They couldn’t beat me in the ring so they had to get me fired from ASE and AWS. It spiraled from there in places like XWF and Little Stevie’s short-lived fed.

 

KD: You’ve had quite the journey, my friend.

 

Sammael: One would even say… Legendary.

 

Halsted: Look, I may be the elder of this group but I’m bigger, stronger, and faster than I ever was in HHW. Those years that I got to sit back, train, and relax here have done wonders for me. I’ve never had any serious injuries like a major bone broken or a major tear in any of my ligaments.

 

KD: Almost like an Iron Man.

 

Sammael: Yeah… I could see that.

 

Halsted: Well, it’s all about what you leave behind, guys. I can’t take this incredible Manor with me. I can’t take the money or fame, but I can leave every ounce of my essence in the middle of that ring proving to everyone that I am ageless. Margot has been training me every day to work on new ways to hurt people. It’s as if the sands of time stop every time I decide to leave the ring so it’s like I’m still wrestling as if I were in my early twenties. I can still fly higher, slam harder, and squeeze tighter than anyone that age. I have found the Fountain of Wrestling’s Youth and I drink from it every time I step into that ring.

 

KD: So, how would you feel about becoming the first AWS Legacy Champion?

 

Sammael: Are you ready for a title like that?

 

KD: There’s a rumor that this will be the first of its kind and we think that you would be the best man to hold it at its inception.

 

Sammael: We need you to put the Halsted rub on a title again and this is exactly what we see you doing in the first few pages of the Book of Shadows. You will be the Horseman of War. You will set the table for the rest of the Book and we will come out of the shadows slowly but surely to take over AWS and remake it in our own image. 

 

Halsted: It’s time to bring glory and honor back to AWS, boys, and the Legacy Championship is only the beginning.

 

KD: That’s what I like to hear, champ!!

 

::The three warriors smirk and bump fists as the scene fades to black.::

 

::Present Day - Halsted here’s his name being called by Scarlett via intercom in the Halsted Manor.::

 

Scarlett: Mr. Halsted, would you please come to the Halsted Theater. We have a production to play for you and we need you to review some new footage.

 

Halsted: I’ll be right down.

 

::Halsted walks into the Halsted Theater and Mr. Hand gives Vin a giant tub of premium made movie theater popcorn. Mr. Hand nods to Vin and he smiles back at Mr. Hand. The Halsted Theater hasn’t been used in sometime but it looks to be in pristine condition and as Angelina has kept it as clean as possible. Halsted sits down in his favorite seat in the middle of the last row. Scarlett hits play and Halsted gets to enjoy the viewing of his opponents’ promos leading up to the Iron Survivor Match for the newly minted AWS Legacy Championship at this week’s AWS Ward. First up is Ricky Rhodes. Halsted watches intently and listens closely. He takes mental notes, laughs a few times, shakes his head, and gives a loud groan at the end. His head droops a bit as he rubs his temple briefly.::

 

Halsted: I always enjoy a revisionist history lesson, so thank you for that Ricky! I’m so glad you brought up the time I spent in XWF because I can finally address that stain on my long career. Even though it was a little more than six months of dealing with three people who thought they were Goldberg in the locker room and the Kardashians outside of the locker room. Like God forbid someone walked into their fed and was more talented than them to take their spots and their spotlight. Enforcer, Justice, and I would have run circles around them if it were any other fed, but Michael had his head so far up their asses that he thought he was their friend. As we all know, a fed owner needs to separate personal from business, otherwise it will blow up in their faces  and the fed is the eventual victim of the fallout. 

 

::Halsted smirks.::

 

Halsted: You were there for less than half of the time we were there and you could even get past being Daniel Slaine’s bitch. You got fired for throwing temper tantrums for losing so many times there. For you to even mention it is hilarious because you never had a match against me so I still have no idea why you tried to attack Halsted Manor. I hate to break it to ya, but you fucked up and destroyed the wrong Manor. Did you get the letter that said, “Sorry but Halsted is another Manor,” from Scarlett? 

 

::Halsted briefly laughs.::

 

Halsted: That’s always one of my favorite follow-ups when a stooge like you tries to destroy my home!! Is that something you teach to your wrestling school students?

 

::Halsted clicks his tongue and shakes his index finger back and forth.::

 

Halsted: In what world does a curtain-jerking waste of talent think he should be leading a wrestling school??? I think that was the best part of your lame ass promo!! You actually convinced a group of kids to pay you to teach them how to wrestle in the Dust Bowl of America!! For the love of God, man!! Give these kids their money back and send them to a real school in Texas like the real Rhodes Academy in Leander, Texas, owned by the “Legendary” Dustin Rhodes or the Hybrid School of Wrestling coached by Funaki!! You were a flash in the pan and lucky you never got in the ring with me until now. Otherwise, you would have been shipped off to the island of who gives a shit years ago. Instead, I’ll just lay down a beating of a lifetime on you like I did to Ashley Slaine before I decided to leave XWF. I just hope that respect for Dimter continues because you two have been losers and irrelevant ever since our paths first crossed. But hey, let’s get back to the rest of these jokers who think they have a claim to having a legacy in AWS.

 

::Halsted signals to Scarlett to play the next promo. This one is from Blackthorne. Again, Halsted leans in to listen and watch intently. He squirms, smirks, laughs, and then goes back to lowering his head in the palm of his right hand while massaging his temples.::

 

Halsted: Ugh… I feel like this is gonna be a routine of washing, rinsing, and repeating. Do all of these guys think that you just try to say catchphrases and say stupid quips about their opponents? This just shows me how green you are, Blackthorne. Yet another spooky character who hides in the shadows, but why? Does he have a hideously scarred face? Does he have an affliction to the Sun? What is it that makes these idiots think that they know what darkness really is?

 

::Halsted smirks.::

 

Halsted: Let me explain something to you, Blackthorne. I know what darkness is. I have experienced life’s cruelties and abuse . I have been to the Underworld and I have a long-standing relationship with the Ferryman, himself, and he is well aware of the falsehoods that spew from your cakehole. He is coming for you and he will show you true suffering soon enough because it has been written in the Book of Shadows. I’m merely here to lead the way for him and the rest of the followers of the Book of Shadows. 

 

Halsted rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.::

 

Halsted: But I digress, you want to talk about glory days, time passed, and relics. Well let me enlighten you on your little run-through of Webster’s Thesaurus while you grasp at straws in an attempt to refer to me as an ancient piece of AWS, I am the original pillar that this federation was built on, and yes, let’s not get it twisted, I am still a great warrior. This company has shown me the door two times over the years and in that time period, I have either gone off to give a federation in need of a following by doing a quick stint as their champion or simply rested at the Manor while constantly training, studying and learning more ways to inflict pain. My trainer has turned me into a leaner, meaner, faster, stronger, and more explosive in the ring than I ever was when I ruled AWS the first time so much that when I returned a few years ago that I went right back to the top and won the AWS World Heavyweight Championship. Not only that, I’m doing it again right now and I’ve only been around for a couple of months. So, no, I feel no desperation, ring rust, time lost, or any of that other rhetorical shit that you want to say about me. I will introduce you to the real darkness this week and you will beg for me to stop. 

 

::Halsted takes a deep breath and signals to Scarlett to play the last promo from Drake Nygma. Again, Halsted leans in to listen and watch intently. He squirms, smirks, laughs, gives a loud groan, and then goes back to lowering his head in the palm of his right hand while massaging his temples::

 

Halsted: Dear God, Drake is the greenest of them all!! This is the most boring of all, because it’s done so many times over. Clearly, child, you didn’t do your homework. You decided not to look into the books of AWS’s long history or even watch previous tapes from the last few years, let alone the last couple of months. Are you a graduate of the Ricky Rhodes Wrestling Academy? You know the knock-off school that takes in all of the rejects from Dustin’s school?

 

::Halsted smirks.::

 

Halsted: The first thing a real school teaches you is to do your homework. No, cherub, I am not a Chicago cop, but I respect the Hell out of them. The fact that you were able to link my name to Chicago is a shock in itself because most idiots like you struggle to get the spelling of my name correctly, so kudos to you. Yes, I took my name from the street I grew up on because that’s just something I identify with and I still remember my roots. I don’t hide the fact that I grew up on the Southside of Chicago. I’m proud of it and I know my father is still looking down on me with pride so thank you for those reminders. The funny thing is that I would almost consider sparing your pathetic existence in this match for the AWS Legacy Championship, but you had to go and show the AWS Universe how ignorant you are and the lack of respect you have for AWS. That… That’s gonna cost you dearly, my little seraph. I’m going to take you to the AWS School of Hard Knocks and there I will smash your face in with every history book and wrestling tape in the library so that you know to study up before running your fucking little mealy mouth ever again.

 

::Halsted takes a calming breath and asks Scarlett to play Mike Ditmer’s promo. However, she calls down to say that he hasn’t shown up yet. He shakes his head and smirks.::

 

Halsted: Why am I not surprised, Mikey? What will your excuse be this time? Were you too busy kissing the ECWF owner’s ass again? Whatever the case may be, you have been doing this ever since I met you. You are the most inconsistent waste of roster space I’ve ever seen. How in the fuck does anyone, including Ricky Rhodes, respect you? 

 

::Halsted rolls his eyes again.::

 

Halsted: Mike Ditmer has been a curtain-jerking piece of trash with delusions of grandeur his entire lack-luster Barry Horowitz career. The guy never wins anything and will point a finger in every direction blaming anyone and everything as to why he sucks at life. Wait… now it makes sense as to why Ricky looks up to him because they’re cut from the same mold. Both of these guys show up in federations thinking their king shit, but everyone figures out that they’re just plain old shit, they pack up and take their ball home either on their own accord or by getting themselves kicked out. The only reason why Ditmer is still around is to just put everyone over. He is nothing more than a talent enhancement. A nugget that refuses to get flushed away or just refuses to stay away. No one likes you, Mike… literally, how many times do you need to get fired before you move on and get that nice job at Sheetz that you’ve been avoiding for fifteen years or more? Fucking move on!! Even if you do happen to show up, it’s not anyone will fucking care.

 

::Halsted leans forward and changes his demeanor.::

 

Halsted: Let me explain something to all of you wanna-bes. None of you have a shred of claim to a legacy like me. This title was literally created for me because it needs to be elevated to a top tier title. I am the man to do that. I am the man to take it up to the top of the mountain where legends like me will want to chase it and only legends will compete for it. I was one of the first to capture the AWS World Heavyweight Championship and I held the record for the longest title reign for a long time after that. I was one of the first entrants into the Federations Hall of Fame, CWI/HHW Hall of Fame, and the ASWE Circle of Legends before I turned thirty. I have held twenty four world heavyweight championships in fourteen federations and held other top tier championships in ten other federations. I have held gold in every place I stepped foot in, so what the fuck makes anyone of you think you’re more worthy than me to hold this AWS Legacy Championship??

 

::Halsted stops to listen for a response but all he hears is the chirping of a lone cricket that made its way into the theater. Angelina suddenly come rushing in to dispose of the insect.::

 

Halsted: You see, children, that’s how quickly I will dispose of all of you in this Iron Survivor Match. I’m going to torture each and every one of you from start to finish and let all of you experience the pain and the suffering I’ve had built up ever since Eric and his band misfits caused me to leave this hallowed federation. I have been waiting to put on a clinic of pain like this and now I get to welcome all of you to my symphony of destruction because the Horseman of War has arrived and we have only just begun reading from the Book of Shadows! None of you in AWS is ready for the absolutely maliciousness and violence that is going to reign down upon this place. Eric may be banished to exile and we are weeding out the rest of his followers until we have eradicated everything he once held dear, here. Ding… Dong… King Herrara is dead… Long live the one and true ICONIC KING… King Vin Halsted!! I am just the beginning. I am the one who gets to set the table for the rest of what’s to come and there will be no mercy shown to anyone, just like what’s going to happen in the Iron Survivor Match. I’m going to tear each and every one of you limb from limb and destroy your very existence as an example for everyone who has the unfortunate task to face us head on. Blackthorne, Ditmer, Rhodes, and Nygma, you are just the first victims of the Book of Shadows and your names will long be forgotten once our story is told completely. Gentlemen, welcome to the rest of your Misery and let me be the first to introduce you to the Ferryman as you live this plain of existence. The AWS Reign of Terror begins at The Ward!! Our story is just beginning… There's an old saying where I come from and that’s, “You can’t get out of life alive,” so… Survive if I let you and what can I say, I’m sorry!!

 

::Halsted tosses his tub of popcorn over the front rows of the Halsted Theater and exits into the darkness of the Halsted Labyrinth. END SCENE.::